What did the eight digits mean? Obviously it was up to me to decipher the message.
I took the numbers to mean a time. Lisa had said "SHARP". What was the numeric format? 12:37:03:17? That would be HH:MM:SS:?? format. Why add the 17? What did it represent? This night was not going to end at 12:37. I figured that the debauchery would be just hitting stride then. Besides, I had no way of knowing where the women would be at that time. From what I could tell, Mike Simpson didn't look like the type to schedule any part of his brother's bachelor party at a male dancer club.
For that matter, why wouldn't Lisa specify a place along with the time? She's a Duke graduate. She should know that much at least.
Waitaminute. Maybe she DID specify a place. I looked at the number again. 12370317. 1237? That MUST be her hotel room!! Therefore 0317 must be military configuration for 03:17 a.m.!!
I congratulated myself on my savvy. Surely, the women would be back in their hotel rooms by that time. I wasn't sure the groomsmen would be back by that time, though. Titty bars stay open until dawn. I tell you what--if nothing else happened in this life, I was going to be at the Sheraton at 03:17, on the twelfth floor, come hell or high water.
Having solved the mystery, I happily joined in with Kevon's groomsmen and other assorted buddies for a night of dissolution. We hopped from titty bar to titty bar, hooting and laughing like Neanderthals, foisting Kevon upon the ugliest naked women we could find. There was this one bar where the woman's titties "hung like sleeve of wizard" (in the immortal words of Borat). And we paid this woman to flap her titties in Kevon's face. He was drunk by this time, or he would have fought each and every one of us.
In another bar we paid the dancers to call Kevon up to the stage and grind on him until he was aroused. (These women weren't ugly.) Then they stood him up so that we all could see the poke in his pants. Then they made him moon walk until he fell off the stage into some big redneck's beer. This almost generated a riot until Kevon stood up and ordered tequila shots all around. The redneck smiled a toothless grin and patted Kevon brusquely on the back as if they'd been long lost brothers. We took the redneck (his name was Tommy) to the next two bars with us and had a rip roaring time.
At 02:45 I realized that the bachelor party wasn't going to end any time soon. We were drinking and dancing with strange, naked women. Kevon didn't look any worse for wear. He seemed to realize that Cynthia wasn't about to tolerate such behavior going forward. Why not get it out of his system now?
I gave not a flying fuck about any of these wayward slatterns. I could still feel Lisa's hot breath suckling at my spurting penis. No other woman would do. I discreetly made my excuses, stepped outside and hailed a cab. At 03:10 a.m. I was standing outside the door to Sheraton room 1237. I didn't dare knock. Almost certainly Nicole would be in the same room as Lisa. Discretion was key. This was the longest seven minutes of my life.
I put my ear to the door. I heard a series of faint 'oooohs' and muffled groans. Through the peephole I could see that the lights were on inside, but little else. I quickly looked away. Maybe Lisa was inside, looking out, and might catch me peeking in.
You know how, when you're anticipating something badly, and you're nervous? Sure enough, I found I had to pee. I'd just peed twenty minutes before. This was nervous pee. It was agonizing. But I didn't have time to run downstairs to the lobby bathroom. 03:17 was moments away. Nothing was going to move me away from that door.
At 03:17 on the dot someone on the other side of the room 1237 door began to turn the knob in a manner calculated to arouse the least suspicion to people in the room. I knew then that I'd deciphered the code properly. The heavy hotel door eased open. Lisa peeked out. Seeing me, she ushered me inside. The lights were on in the room as was the television, which I could see was the source of the 'ooooohs' and 'ahhhhhhs'. Apparently, the sisters had been watching a porn flick.
Lisa whisked me into the bathroom--first door on the left. I heard Nicole's voice from around the corner. She was in bed.
"Don't stink up the bathroom. And shut the door behind you. I don't want to hear your plopping turds."
Sister talk.
Lisa rolled her eyes, embarrassed. In the next instant her tongue was in my mouth and she was groping at my belt. We were in the bathroom now and the door was closed. I ran my hands down to her vagina and found no underwear to block my access. She wore a green NY Jets jersey and nothing else. I was thrilled to find a silky thatch of pubic hair that proudly exclaimed, "I'm a grown ass woman, you hear me?"
My erection impeded her ability to get my pants down. She really was in a hurry. I helped her unbuckle my belt and stepped out of my pants. I, too, was in a hurry. Freed from its constraints, my cock pronged upward, a pillar of stone again on the precipice of eruption.
Lisa grasped my dick with two grateful hands. She raised one leg and pointed him into the heated pool of sticky between the folds of her labia. I briefly felt the brush of her pubic hair. And then I was inside her.
Nothing, absolutely NOTHING beats the feeling of that first journey up the vagina of a beautiful woman, especially if her ardor matches your own. Lisa's soul-wrenching groans of passion in the hotel conference room paled in comparison to the lustful moans she emitted now. She trembled almost audibly. As I probed deeper into her core I could tell she was already in the midst of a titanic orgasm. Her clit throbbed against my shaft.
"Don't...cum...in...me." she managed to eke out.
Fuck that. She should have said that when she dragged me into the bathroom. My jizz was already massed and ready to fire. What was I going to do? Pull out?
I came inside her. She felt me erupt. Instead of pulling away, she pushed forward, basking in the sizzle of my powerful eruption. We embraced each other tightly. Our pubic mounds merged in a pressurized cauldron of sweat, semen and female effluent. We struggled to breathe, gasping and snorting.
I don't know how long we stood there in the embrace of St. Jizzius. It was a swoon unprecedented. I'd never experienced the like. I just know that when I came back to reality my dick was rock hard inside her again. I opened my eyes to see a weak smile grace Lisa's lips by way of acknowledgement. We were past the surge of initial lust, where premature capitulation was acceptable. It was time to fuck. And fuck we did.
We started slowly, with quarter insertions metastasizing into half insertions before finally becoming full insertions. We could see the helm of my cockhead trembling at the furry entrance to her pussy before disappearing again into her pinkness. We crashed into each other violently as befit two people who'd thought of nothing else for two days. I gripped her ass and rocketed my dick into her. She snarled her approval, encouraging me to thrust harder and deeper. I was certain that the thwacky sound of our intercourse could be heard in the outer hotel room. I tried to temper the pace, but this only seemed to anger Lisa. When I slowed down she ramped up the velocity and steam of our conjoinment. If we'd been alone I'm certain that she would have been screeching her joy to the rafters. She struggled to rein in her passion. I loved it. The silky feel of her cunt thrashing up and down my pole was an opiate unrivaled. She came repeatedly. I dunno how to describe it. Wait, yes I do. It felt as if she'd wrapped a silken, pink ribbon about my dick in a peppermint spiral. She massaged my pole between this ribbon for a bit. Then she snatched the ribbon tight at both ends, causing my cockhead and my balls to balloon from each end of the tether. There's no better feeling in the world. Each time she essayed this move she crumpled asunder under the embrace of a crippling orgasm. The sudden expansion of my pud inside her seemed to send Lisa into paroxysms of delight. I didn't want her to think me weak, so I endured her orgasmic tremors for the sake of stamina. Let me tell you, I was in agony. I wanted to cum so bad!!
After four iterations of this peppermint spiral I could take no more. I came inside her yet again, and this time I dosed her up with a blast of jism that rocked her moorings. She shrieked so loudly that I was sure Nicole would barge in to look after her. After all, Lisa was supposed to be alone. People who are sitting alone on a toilet ought not be shrieking. Nicole made no move to look in on her sister.
We stood together in that bathroom as this latest orgasm crazed about us like heat lightning, clasping each other tightly. We were bonding emotionally and sexually. It was clear that our carnal appetites were well matched. Too, we enjoyed each other's company. I kissed her tenderly. In the mirror I could see that she'd sucked several purple hickies into my neck while we were fucking. They looked like bruises. I smiled. I hadn't had a hickey since high school.
My penis softened by degrees. Both of us were sweating profusely. Ever so often one of us would be overcome by an unbidden spastic tremor, leftover reminders of the explosive orgasms that had encumbered us moments before.
Finally, my cock slipped from her vaginal grasp along with no small amount of semen. These plopped to the floor on sticky white strands. Lisa looked down at her dripping vagina, almost embarrassed at the natural function of gravity. She caught some of my dripping cum in her hands.
"What time is it?" she deflected.
I looked at my Tissot.
"It's four o'clock!!" I expostulated.
We'd been at it for almost forty-five minutes.
"Baby, you gotta go!" she stammered as she washed her hands in the sink.
I struggled into my pants, heedless of the semen dripping from my cock. I grabbed her and planted a big juicy one on her. We kissed and kissed. By and by my penis began to rise. She felt it harden and pushed me away.
"Stop," she smiled coyly.
I took this opportunity to lift her Jets jersey that I might drink in her nakedness. I uncovered her vagina. Her pubic hair was smashed and in disarray, but I might have known she'd shaved it into the perfect shape of a heart, with the upper dimple encompassing her clit and the lower v-section dovetailing into her taint. It occurred to me suddenly that a heart takes its shape from a woman's vulva.
I lifted her jersey further to gaze upon her breasts. Again, perfect. Not too big, not too small. Black nipples centered perfectly atop apple-shaped tits the outline of which could be seen from behind, if she raised her arms. I felt like Tom Hanks in the movie 'Big', where he encounters breasts for the first time. I was, again, transfixed.
Lisa allowed me to intoxicate myself with her loveliness. She held no false modesty. She knew that this first impression of her nakedness would follow me around for life. She let me get a good, long look before pulling her jersey down.
"C'mon. We can do this again tomorrow. Right now I've got to get you out of here."
She peeked out the bathroom door. The lights in her hotel room were still on. The television still whined with the sibilant moans of copulating couples. I gave her a knowing glance. She ignored me. She eased the hotel door open with one hand and summoned me out with the other. As I passed she reached up and gave me another soulful kiss full of tongue. Finally pushing me away, she flashed me another glimpse of her pussy, then closed the door behind me.
I slipped out of her hotel room and eased out into the hall. Downstairs I found an empty lobby. I asked the night desk clerk to call me a cab.
The cab arrived shortly. I hopped in. Only then did I realize how drained I was. I was exhausted. We arrived at my hotel. I paid the cabbie and stumbled upstairs to my hotel room. I fell into my bed fully clothed and didn't crack my eyelids again until noon.
